Open Poetry #36 |
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Perfection Lost |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
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Perfection Lost In the mourning hour, when the mist begins its lift a lonely flower with perfection lost awaits the smile, a gift Of eyes that ponder to read between, to feel the warmth inside. In the mourning hour, a rose still stands with pride. Life's a game of give and take with petals that fall beyond, letting go of yesteryear with silence as its bond. By afternoon she drinks it in, the rose in need to fill. By evening's dark she hides the moist of tears in lonely spill. The space between where soft once dwelled where loving knows the feel, where emptiness wants left behind to be tomorrow's real. M *inspired by a reader "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." (Will Moss) |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
I hope so M Dave |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
nakdthoughts, Wonderful analogies so poetically written! Mind if I keep this? (especially fond of the last part: "The space between where soft once dwelled where loving knows the feel, where emptiness wants left behind to be tomorrow's real" Wishing you a vibrant new year. miscellanea |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
maybe there is no such thing as "perfection" anyway ![]() |
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